This is my try at the Glee kids from the future! This first part is mostly Klaine, Rory and a bit of Artie. Hope you enjoy!

I own none of the characters, except for Hailey. Glee is property of Ryan Murphy.

Rory was seven years old when he stole Uncle Artie's time machine.

He still didn't like the term stealing. He preferred borrowed, or something. He was just a kid, for goodness sake. Anyway, that day had been one of those days when his dads would be all cute and remember their good times. They usually only talked about their happy times. About the staircase, and their first kiss, and their duets, and their glee club's drama, and how they rejoined in New York, etc. Some of those times, tough, something made Papa Kurt's eyes sad. Dad would always notice and send little Rory gently to play in his room. He sometimes glanced back and would see him hugging his Papa like he could fall apart at any time, and he would start stroking his perfectly arranged hair and mumbling onto his ear. Papa would rest his head on Dad's shoulder and then Rory would go to his room.

That day, tough, Rory wanted to stay to help his dads. Maybe he could comfort Papa too. When Blaine sent him, he started going into his room, but stopped at the hallway, leaning against the wall, listening in so he could find an appropriate moment to sneak in. He was, why not admit it, fairly curious too.

''Kurt, baby, look at me.''

''I know- I know it's been a long time, Blaine. But I just- society may have changed and everything and we may not be as harassed anymore, but the thought of Rory having to deal with anything like that because of us breaks my heart.'' Papa's voice cracked a little. Rory was confused. Deal with what? Harassed? And why would anyone do anything to him because of his dads?

''He will never go through that, Kurt. We won't allow it. Society has changed a lot since we were on high school, and the zero-tolerance bullying policy has spreaded to almost every school. I promise you, we don't have to worry about anything.'' He heard his dad say in a soft voice. There was a short pause. ''What are you thinking about?''

''Prom Night. When I was crowned.''

Blaine made an understanding noise, but Rory was just getting more confused. Why would his Papa be sad because he was crowned? He said he preferred the princesses when he was a kid, when Rory preferred the dragons. Princesses were crowned, right?

He decided it would be a good time to step in, because he heard sniffling.

''Papa! Don't cry! Remember, you always say puffy red eyes don't look good!'' Rory was tugging at his Papa's sweatpants (fairly stylish sweatpants, of course), breaking Kurt and Blaine's hug and making them chuckle.

''I thought you were playing with the Irish doll I bought you for Christmas.'' Said Blaine in a resigned tone.

Rory smiled. He loved how that doll talked. It was funny.

''I heard Papa crying. I was worried.'' He turned his big, curious eyes to Kurt's. ''Why getting crowned made you sad? On books it is always a good thing.''

Blaine frowned. ''Rory, it is not right to eavesdrop. Don't do it again.''

He looked down at his shoes. 'Sorry.''

Kurt smiled. ''It's okay. I will tell you a story, okay? But you have to promise to be patient and listen.'' Blaine looked doubtful, but Kurt reassured him. Rory was old enough, anyway.

So they told him. About how there where evil people, like in the books, that didn't like other people who were different than them, and they would mock them in school. Rory couldn't believe someone would want to hurt two amazing people as his dads, but he had promised to be quiet. So he listened about Aunt Santana losing her crown to Papa, and how the bad people had made it to make him sad and angry and he cried.

''Rory, listen, those where different times. There are not any people like that in your school. You don't have to be afraid of going, okay? It's a…a great place. Just have fun.'' His dads smiled at him, and Rory smiled back.

Still, that night he couldn't sleep. He stayed awake way past his curfew thinking about how he wished he could make that night never happen. He could go on an adventure and make Aunt Santana win. So, when he had the brilliant idea of going to his Uncle's house to borrow for a while his time machine, he jumped of his bed silently and opened the door just enough to slide out and go to the second floor.

The apartment was always open. There was enough security outside to avoid robbers from entering the building, and the criminal level had dropped a lot since his dads were in high school. He approached slowly, his dragon slippers her Aunts Rachel and Quinn had given him for Christmas making next to no noise on the carpeted floor. He entered with caution. He didn't want to wake anyone up.

Artie had been dating a very nice lady called Hailey since university. She helped him set up his walking machine again. It had been broken since high school. And he thought that was how he fell in love. Now the technology to repair his legs existed, and he had been saving for a year to have enough money to afford it, Hailey with him on every step. She even moved in with him. They had both studied something about technology that he couldn't remember, but he did remember one time they took him into their secret lab.

Rory walked quietly through their apartment until he reached the door of that time. The combination is easy, yo. You just remember. The day your parents celebrate, that was 9, he was sure, the day you get gifts, 25? 26? 25, yes, and the day me and Hailey celebrate.

Now that was a tough one. He inserted the numbers 9, 2 and 5, and then stood, uncertain of what to do next. He looked to a nearby drawer that, if he could remember well, had a digital photo album on the first drawer. Uncle Artie would understand, right? He always taught him to do the right thing. And the right thing right now was to help his dad. He would get that. Rory reached for the photo album and pressed the little button at the top right. The screen immediately turned on with a soft light. His little fingers tapped on the touch screen on the album that said photos, the on dates, and then he looked at the little carpets. There was one with a candle and a cup of wine, and two smiling faces in between. He tapped on that one, and indeed, there was a banner over a table that said Happy Anniversary-3/04. Artie and Hailey kissed and smiled in most of them.

Rory tapped again the power button, left the album on the same spot, and typed 3 into the door.

Click.

Rory gulped audibly. It was pitch dark.

He had never been afraid of the dark, but this was the kind of dark where you couldn't see a thing. It was so crammed he knew he would never find the light before someone noticed he was there. He turned back, grabbed the album again, clicked settings, and increased the brightness until he had to blink a little. He then took a deep breath, positioned the album forward, and stepped inside. And then he saw it.

The time machine in itself was small. It was a little red velvet box, enough to fit in your pocket comfortably. But it connected to another box, one that resembled an ancient writing machine. It had complicated lectures, DNA scanners, too many buttons and complications for Rory to understand. He remembered how his Uncle Artie did it.

Just put your finger here. On this side? Yes, okay. Now concentrate. Remember wherever you want to go, imagine it if it hasn't happened. The machine will scan your thoughts, search for the most accurate scenario in your timeline first. Then in the one of your relatives. It isn't possible to go to friend's, as the law says; you need to have permission from them. They have to be present. We are going two minutes ago, okay? Don't worry; the little red box had only three buttons. Red button, back to your normal timeline. Green button, back to the last timeline you visited. Blue button, go back here to insert another date. Ready? Go.

He closed his eyes and thought as hardly as he could on the few photos he had seen and the few stories he had heard. He imagine his Dad entering through the door, greeting young Grandma and Grandpa, then Papa coming downstairs trying to walk slowly and stylishly. Then he would see Dad, and smile from ear to ear, and run to his arms through the last fleet of stairs. Grandma laughing, Grandpa suppressing a smile. Bouquets. Going arm on arm into the school, Dad a little resistant, Papa decisive.

He opened his eyes.

His dads were laughing quietly in a table a little far away from where he stood. His Dad didn't have the crinkles on his eyes yet, and his Papa didn't have that determined look he always had now. Rory liked to call it the smart look.

He was surrounded by a lot of tall people, about the age of his young dads. This place looked really old, he decided. A couple of people sent him odd looks, but didn't approach to ask. There was a stage, and a pretty girl in a pink dress was singing a song. The song seemed sad. She kept looking at the girl in the blue dress.

Oh. Those were her Aunts, Rachel and Quinn. He didn't recognize them with the bangs and the long hair. He felt someone tapping on his shoulder.

''Hi! Are you an elf? Are you lost?''

He turned around to meet a pair of big, childlike eyes. He immediately recognized Aunt Brittany. She hadn't changed much. He always saw her when he went to play with Sugar, her cousin. So, he knew pretty well how to respond when she talked like that.

''Yes, I am! I am here so that the sweetest girl on this school gets crowned! I am sure she is Santana, yes?'' He put on a charming smile, just like his Dad, and Brittany's eyes lighted up immediately.

''Of course! Here, let me take you so you can vote.'' She grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd, to a hallway. There were more people there, a couple kissing (Ew, gross) and some football players.

''Hey there, Britt! Could we have a bit of fun tonight?'' One shouted at her. She giggled, but shook her head. ''Sorry, Frank. Taken. Kind of. I can't anymore. Besides, I have to guide this elf to the voting.'' She smiled and shrugged, and the football player turned around, evidently pissed off and disappointed. Brittany led him through the Hall while Rory wondered why Brittany didn't want to have fun, until they reached an almost empty office.

''Here you go! You can evaporate after to your little house in the meadow, right?''

''Sure! Thank you! You'll be granted a wish…someday. In a very long time. Yes.'' He smiled and tried to look like an elf, while Brittany skipped through the hallway back to the party. He heard and upbeat song and recognized the voice of his dad, who always sang to him to sleep at night when he was a kid, and always did it for fun.

He took out of the pocket of his pajamas the toy he got when he was a kid. It was called the copycat. It allowed copying small, harmless things for babies' amusement. It had to be small enough to fit in, at least, and the copycat fitted in the palm of his hand. Then you would type in a number and there would be that much of things coming out. They disappear after a day or two, but that was enough for what he wanted to do. He grabbed one of the little papers he brought with him that said Santana, and he copied 80 of them. That would be enough, right? He copied 280 more, just in case. He stuffed them into the box as they came out quickly, and he was done in an amazing no-time. He then took out the little red velvet box and pressed the red button.

He opened his eyes in his living room. He looked around, confused at the state of his usually perfectly clean house. It looked like a hurricane had passed by it. The coffee table where he sometimes hid had been moved to the corner, the rug was wrinkled and out of place, the sofa had been moved a little to the front, and his Papa laid there, sleeping uneasily. There was an empty box of tissues, and used tissues sprawled on the floor.

Kurt and Blaine noticed he was gone kind of right away. Artie, who had taken Time Travel basics on his college electives, felt the change in their timeline almost immediately. It was barely noticeable, like a very subtle chill running through your neck, but he had had years of training. So he woke up, startling Hailey even more when he demanded to be put on his chair. She quickly carried him, asking what was wrong, but he strolled down the hall right away and turned the light on. The Genesis, the silver box that looked like a big writing machine, was in full action, needles twisting rapidly, the electrotempogram passing from a flat line to moving like crazy. The DNA scanner beeped, indicating it had recognized the traveller and delivered it safely. The date was on May 10, 2011. Oh god, he thought, as his eyes widened, Prom Night.

And then he looked to the empty USB port. The Gemini, the little red velvet box, was gone.

Artie went quickly to the Genesis, and tapped the DNA scanner, who printed a little card. Rory Hummel Anderson, yes, he was right. Hailey peeked at it from behind, and gasped. ''But how could Rory go- oh my god, Artie, we have to tell Kurt and Blaine.''

''It's not just that.'' Artie breathed. ''This is a Genesis, first generation. Different from the new ones because this needs proper charging. And it doesn't have it.''

Hailey's eyes widened. ''Oh my God. So Rory-''

''No. Not necessarily. It says he's been delivered safely. But there could be errors in the travelling. It is almost always a delay in the returning, but…he has to be pressing that button in at least three hours for the effect to be minimal. Otherwise, it could be years. And we would have a seven year old kid lost in the future.'' He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the machine, thinking. ''Hailey, how do you plan to explain this to Kurt and Blaine?''

Hailey sighed heavily. ''Let's wait until morning. Maybe by then he will be back.''

''But what if he isn't? We'll just let them look desperately for their son? I'm telling them now.''

When they arrived, they were received almost immediately by a teary eyed Kurt, obviously expecting it to be Rory, asking them desperately if they had seen him.

''We woke up at like ten to check if he was in bed and he- he wasn't there so we looked everywhere in the house but he isn't here, and Blaine went to search in the streets but- but-'' and he proceeded to collapse in Hailey's arms, who rubbed his back as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Blaine ran up the stairs. ''Artie, did you find him? I searched everywhere on the nearby streets and even a little further, but…I'm so sorry, sweetie, he wasn't anywhere. I searched almost every part of the city, and he can't have gone too far.'' He reached Kurt, and his husband let him put his arms around him and cried on his shoulder. Blaine's own tears started to fall, and his voice broke. ''I'm so, so sorry.''

Artie and Hailey waited until the couple could breathe again, and then made them sit down to deliver the news. Blaine was covering his face with his hands, but Kurt, still shaking and with sore eyes, listened to every word closely, squeezing Blaine's hand tightly. The man in the wheelchair said he was really sorry, but all they could do right now is wait. They said they would be alert to the Genesis, and they left the apartment in silence except for Hailey's soft sobs.

After the door closed, they stayed in silence for a minute, until Kurt spoke up.

''He's coming back, Blaine.'' He said, with determined blue eyes. ''I just know it. He is coming back, sooner or later.''

Blaine finally lifted his head. His face was red and covered in tears, and his eyes and eyelashes were still wet. Kurt's heart broke a little. ''Oh, Blaine…''

''We can't lose him, Kurt. We can't lose Rory.''

''We won't.''

''You're so strong. You're so strong, and so brave, and I've always loved that about you. And now I…I want to be brave, too. For you'' He said with a cracked voice, and looked him in the eyes.

''He'll come back. It will be alright. We'll get through this.'' Kurt's lower lip trembled, but he refused to cry. Blaine leaned in and kissed his cheek, and they hugged until they fell asleep.

Blaine sneaked out later to check on Artie, because there was a possibility he may appear in the Genesis, when he heard Kurt scream. He didn't even think as he kick the door open, rushed down the stairs and entered his apartment, to find Kurt crying of happiness, smothering Rory.

''Oh my god, Rory!'' he jumped to them, hugging his husband and son, fresh tears coming out his eyes. ''We were so worried about you, Artie told us the machine was used to go to Prom Night and we just knew, please don't ever do that again, oh god.'' He said between sobs.

Rory started crying too. He didn't want to upset them. He wanted to make everything better. He wanted them to be happy, not to cry again. ''I'm so sorry! I just wanted Papa to not win, I just wanted him to be happy, I'm so, so sorry!'' he buried himself in the embrace of both of his dads, and they stayed like that until their breath calmed and they were able to talk properly.

Artie and Hailey came downstairs in the morning to check on them, and there were even more tears from Hailey. Artie waited until his girlfriend stopped hugging Rory, the he put both of his hands onto his shoulders, and got a very serious face.

''Now, I'm really glad that you're safe. That's the most important thing, Rory, But listen to me, it is very important that you tell me you didn't change anything. It would be awful if you did, so please tell me what happened.''

That was also the first time Rory Anderson-Hummel, with his heart pounding rapidly and knees shaking a little, lied.

He told them he wasn't able to do anything, that he arrived after they named him Queen.

And after everyone thought of his nervousness as post-time travel trauma, because he would never lie, and he had returned the little red velvet box, and his Dads started calling everyone to let them know he was okay, and he had already left the copycat safely in his toy box, he thought maybe things weren't going to be so bad. Nothing had changed, right?

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